Welcome back with an all new FanFiction! This is, yet again, a very old fiction I wrote a long time ago that I'm deciding to post. Do I necessarily like it? A little. I'm noticing some problematic themes within my writing but again, I wanted to honor what I wrote unaltered here so I hope you guys still enjoy it! This was not finished so I will let you know when I've resumed the writing and it's more from my improved style!
Chapter One
"New Trade Princess? But Mama, I don't want that..."
"Don't be silly Mixy!" Mama said as she groomed through her daughter's long dark hair. "Me and your papa have been planning for a very long time! Can you imagine what would happen if we gave up now?" Mixy rolled her bright blue eyes and moved her lips to her mother's words as she mocked them to herself. "You want a skull clip or a cross bone clip baby?" her mother added distractedly as she looked through a jewelry box on the small nightstand beside the vanity they worked on.
"Skull today, please Mama..." Mixy stared off into space for a while. A short, pudgy goblin with light jade skin, Mixy had long black hair that her mother had styled into layers that framed around her face and reached all the way down to her waist. The young goblin had a round face with full dark lips and bright blue eyes that she'd gotten from her deceased grandmother, as her parents adorned a deep brown eye color. "Kay, baby. You're all set for tonight."
Mixy looked at herself in the mirror; her hair was long and straight, but caressed her face softly and her makeup contrasted with her skin lightly. Her mother had been adamant about the party that night; one of the trade princes would be there as well countless other guests. Mixy's job was to be easy: woe the trade prince and marry him. Of course, many goblins concocted schemes to earn riches of their own in order to outstand current trade prince's wealth, but after several failed business attempts, Mixy's parents were at their whit's end. This, they felt, was the only way for them to be close to successful. If she were to marry a trade prince, she'd technically be a trade princess, or at least close to it.
And while he was one of the competing trade princes, her parents felt that money outweighed pride in most instances. While Mixy cared for money and wealth just as any other goblin, she did not care to be the bride of a trade prince. She hadn't cared enough to remember which prince it was or even what cartel he hailed from. To her, wealth not only relied on money but also freedom, and if she were to follow this marriage against her will, she would be that much poorer.
"Put on that dress and it's all gonna go great!" Mama kissed her cheek and left the room. Mixy stood up and looked out her second story window and out onto the kaja'mite mines below. The troll slaves were working away while the hobgoblins made sure to keep them in line. She could hear her father shouting commands at them from below, "That's right, get back to work ya bunch of chumps!" She sighed and looked down at one particular troll; he had a bright red mohawk and dull grayish blue skin. She leaned against the window sill; why couldn't any of the goblins look as good as trolls? Not to mention, most of them seemed too distracted by the rest of the beautiful girls to care about any singular one, let alone her.
A small cry came from her feet and Mixy looked down; her orange and white cat, Taffy, looked up at her with wide, glittering brown eyes. "I know, I know, trolls and goblins don't work well. He's a slave and I'm... Middle class despite what my parents keep tellin' me." She looked out again at the mines and at the one troll. She'd seen him the first day he'd been brought in, and she'd watched him work in the mine almost every day. What more would he be doing as a slave?
Although she'd seen him, she'd never spoken to him nor did she even know his name. Of course, she'd never ask him for it. Out of all the trolls, he seemed to be the most hostile; he was younger, leaner and looked as though he'd nothing to loose most the time. She'd always wondered why he hadn't been the one to cause the company any issues. It was at that moment, his dangerous eyes flicked up at her window and stared at her angrily. She widened her blue eyes and rushed to turn away.
There was no mistaking it, she reasoned with herself, he'd looked directly at her! And while he'd been working, the look in his eyes almost screamed for want of her death. Shivering, she concluded that her odd lusting after the trolls, particularly the most lethal, was not a reasonable one nor was it a healthy one.
She moved her eyes towards the dress on the bed and went to put it on; it was black with a green tiger pattern on it; the shade almost matched her skin so well that it looked as though the fabric had cut away where the bright stripes were. It was around the time that the sun started to go down and the slaves were put away that the party would start. Mixy saw that the party lanterns were starting to turn on and went to her small bookshelf. On it, she had many books on warlocks.
Pulling one off, she practiced casting a spell that she'd hoped would at least make her feel better about the situation. She began mumbling to herself and perusing the energies in her head; while she'd never been able to preform this summoning, she was hoping it would work. Suddenly, a purple light shown and a sickly looking creature smiled before her. It's skin was gray and it's eyes were envious green. "An imp!" she called the demon. "I finally did it! Mama!" she called down the stairs, hoping her mother would respond. "What is it, honey?" she asked.
"I finally summoned a demon!"
"Ya what?"
"I finally summoned a demon!" she called a little louder. "Oh that's great honey!" her mother called from the kitchen. "Just make sure it doesn't leave a mess! And don't bring it to the party! Wait." There was a moment's pause. "On second thought, bring it to the party! It'll tell the trade prince that you're not a dumb broad! Unless he likes dumb broads..." She could hear her mother get lost in thought and rolled her eyes; was this really all her mama thought about?
"Whatever!" she looked over at her first demon; the creature had not moved from its spot and stared intently at her, awaiting a command with a smile. "Well... The party is going to start any minute now though, she remembered. "Mama's right... I do need you to leave... But thanks for showin' up!" she smiled as she dismissed the demon back to it's realm. She'd only wanted to make sure she could do it. If she could summon a demon at the party, maybe the trade prince would run away from her in fear. But like her mother said, he could also find her more attractive, which was counterproductive.
But then the ground started to rumble, and time seemed to stop for Mixy as she looked out at the sky. The volcano was erupting, and from what she could see, the outline of a large, dangerous dragon was flying away. Mixy began to breathe heavily and look around. "Mixy! Parties takin' a rain check! We gotta get out of here!" she heard her mother cry from the stairs below. Looking around, Mixy rushed to grab a bag and throw her most valuable possessions into it; luckily they were all within arm's reach. With her bag full, she rushed Taffy into her arms and ran down the stairs.
Shoulda summoned that demon to carry this bag. Freakin' heavy! She thought bitterly to herself as she ran down to meet her mother. Looking around the living room frantically, she couldn't find her anywhere. "Outside baby!" her mother called. Her mother's brown eyes were wide with horror as she looked over to the mines, awaiting her husband. "Where's Papa?" Mixy asked in a hushed voice to her mother. Suddenly, two hands pulled the female goblins back by their shoulders. "Right here! And I got us a way off the island! Freakin' expensive though. Cost us every macaroon." He grunted. Her father seemed agitated as he spun the girls around to face him. "Here's the plan, we all have to meet at the docks. Done deal. We'll hop on a boat there and get out of here. Where to? Don't know. But I have a few investments I'm gonna collect before we get there. Mama, I'm gonna need your help. Mixy, you stay here and find what you can. Make me proud girl." Her father kissed her on the forehead and grabbed her mother's hand before she could say anything.
Little did the young goblin know that she would not be meeting her mother and father at the docks. "Find what I can? What do I find?" she asked her small cat as she began to walk away. The ground beneath her was threatening, and she knew she needed to run, but she also knew that she needed to grab whatever loot she could in order for her family to survive after this dispute. Something banged into her mind as she realized with a start that the mines might hold kaja'mite that they could use!
Running down the mind, she hardily noticed there weren't any slaves or that there were broken chains scattered on the ground. Around her, goblins screamed and cried, but she tried to keep her mind on the money. Rushing into the mine was a bad idea, she knew, but if she could just get a few pieces of the desired mineral, she might be able to leave a lot faster. Rushing in, she felt as pebbles and small stones fell down from the mine's ceiling with each rumble. She coughed and sneezed at the dust that surrounded her, but she kept moving forward towards a cart that was filled with the green stone. Grabbing some and putting in her backpack, her cat cried beside her, fearing for their lives.
It wasn't until something large grabbed her from behind that she realized Taffy had been warning her. "Where's da nearest boat?" hissed a creature with a thick accent. "B-Boat?" she was in shock and fear. "Yeh, boat. We're gettin' da hell outta hear!" Hissed the creature again. "I-I don't know no boat! The only one's sailing are the ones that the trade princes are leaving with! And you have to pay to get on those!" she cried, tears welling up in her eyes. "Please let me go!" she was certain that it was a slave now.
"Fine! We just take a boat den!" the angered troll shouted and two other's, from what she heard, also chanted with him. One asked him something in Zandali, but she knew it had to be about her as her capture released her. The tunnel began to shake more and she turned to see two trolls rush for the exit. The one that had held her, however, stayed behind; her eyes grew wide to see whom it was.
His red mowhawk and long braids were vibrant in the dim light of the mine and his eyes were ablaze with their usual fury. She coughed as more dust entered her lungs and from somewhere deeper in the mine, she heard the ceiling collapse. It was when she tried to stand that she realized her small leg had hit the ground wrong when the troll had dropped her and her ankle was now twisted. The troll watched as her intently. "Da mine is following. Ya best get out of here." He told her.
She didn't question why he'd help a goblin, but she turned up to him with tears in her eyes. "I can't move. M-My ankle's twisted an I hafta carry this bag." She began to hyperventilate as the walls shook furiously. Taffy rushed into her arms as the troll picked her up and threw her backpack on his back. "Den I guess I have no choice." He rushed them out of the cave to safety, but only to watch as Kezan began to burn. Rushing down towards the docks, he looked back to the small goblin. "Which dock?" he asked her, however it was futile; she'd collapsed from lack of oxygen or perhaps too much stress. Sighing, he rushed towards the beach to where a few slaves had stolen a boat. Jumping onto it, he barked orders to his companions as they set sail to sea with an unlikely guest in his arms.
